Golden Greenery

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When Manchester City's chief assistant coach Domenech Torrent turned out of the dressing room and walked into the tunnel, he saw his colleague Mark Sertori and Chelsea fitness coach Paolo Bertelli spitting and greeting each other with ancestral ancestry and swearing words. Unbearable to listen to.

Although the two of them did not make a move, Bertelli, who was tall and strong, forced Sertori, who was of average height, to retreat continuously, and his momentum was obviously more arrogant. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he and Sertori were colleagues who got along well with each other on weekdays. They even had pizza together yesterday, and Torrent quickly stepped in to help him scold him.

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Guardiola and Arteta turned out of the dressing room and walked into the tunnel. They saw four or five Chelsea people surrounding Torrent and Sertori and yelling curses.

"A bad team with bad people, Manchester City is rubbish, and everyone who can go to Manchester City is also a bunch of rubbish."

"Poji dominates Manchester City..."

As the current boss of Manchester City, especially since his confidant was involved in it, Guardiola was immediately furious and rushed forward to join the group of scoldings without any explanation.

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Kong Erzi turned out of the locker room and walked into the passage. He saw Guardiola leading the Manchester City coaching staff, relying on his sharp words and his status as the head coach, scolding several Chelsea people to the point of defeat.

"Chelsea is like a dog, beat her every time you see her..."

"Hmph!" Kong Er snorted coldly and said, "A respectable person is here to bully others. What kind of dignity do you have, Guardiola!"

"Oh, fuck, Kong Er, don't stand and talk without hurting your back. Just now your man looked like he wanted to eat people. How do you usually discipline him?"

"Bald man, don't you fucking act wild here, don't even look at where this place is."

"You're scaring me? I'm telling you, Kong Erlu, I came to this poor place earlier than you. I'll destroy it every time I come."

"You fart, kill one of them and let me see."

"You're the one farting, you're farting like a dog..."

It immediately turned into a scolding exchange between Lao Gua and Kong Erzi. Neither of the two idiots were cheap, one was mean in Italian style and the other was playful in Spanish style, but they were evenly matched in scolding each other.

But after all, this is Chelsea's territory. The number of people coming from Manchester City is not as full as at home. Chelsea not only has a full coaching staff, but also a large number of staff. Coupled with the appearance of Conte, the big brother who takes the lead, the number of people has an absolute advantage. Chelsea soon developed an overwhelming dominance of abuse.

However, they were all elderly people, and Gua and Leng were considered young among them. The old gangsters knew the severity, so they just scolded them. No one did anything, not even pushing.

But there is no shortage of ignorant people everywhere. Perhaps the physical coach Bertelli got too excited by the scolding, and Kong Er was emboldened by the stupidity. He suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed Lao Gua's bald head and gave him a sudden shove.

"You are so crazy!"

Lao Gua was almost knocked out and his neck was almost dislocated. This was so humiliating. "Oh shit, you dare to do it, right?" He rolled up his sleeves and was about to pounce.

In fact, he doesn't have much courage, there are too many opponents, and Lao Gua is not a person who knows how to fight. Have you ever seen a person who doesn't say much but dares to take action, yet rolls up his sleeves when he comes to you? Roll is a bluff.

He shouted a few words forcibly, but fortunately the mature and steady Borrell hugged him in time, otherwise it would be really difficult for Lao Gua to get down the stairs today.

Manchester City was scolded for losing, and Guardiola suffered a loss. Under Kong Er's contemptuous sneer, the poor coach led the poor people to escape from the tunnel, sat in the coaching bench and sulked without any hope.

Before the game, coaches and miscellaneous personnel usually come out in advance. Afterwards, the referee team will gather the starting players of both sides in the tunnel and line up together to enter. The substitutes on both sides will stagger the time periods when the passage is crowded and come out when they are free.

Zhuoyang was Manchester City's substitute today. When he walked out, everyone on the field was ready to kick off, so he had no idea what happened in the channel six or seven minutes ago.

In the tunnel, Zhuoyang met John Terry, who was also a substitute.

Zhuo Yang is a fake substitute.

Terry is real, he has been on the bench at Chelsea for almost a season. Especially after Conte thoroughly discovered the central defender talents of young French central defender Kurt Zouma, the 37-year-old Terry never got up on the bench.

Zhuoyang and Terry are not familiar with each other, but at their current level, they can now become familiar with each other, because the familiarity at this time is a symbol of each other's profound status in football.

The two exchanged a commercial hug first, then called each other "Brother John" and "Brother John," and walked out while chatting affectionately. Both were named John, and John Terry was five years older than Young John Cho.

Walking out of the tunnel, the game had already kicked off. The two of them complimented each other a few more times, and then they parted ways with smiles and contentment, each heading back to the bench.

As soon as he arrived at his home territory, Zhuo Yang felt something was wrong. The coaches in the first row of seats all had sullen faces, as if someone owed them money. Guardiola's face turned red from holding back his anger, and his eyes were filled with grievances.

Zhuoyang put his face close to Guardiola's nose and looked at it carefully for a long time.

"Hey, brother, who made you so angry?"

"Go, go, sit back."

The bench at Stamford Bridge is divided into two rows, front and back. Generally, the coach is in the front and the bench is in the back. Each row is a high-back leather soft chair with independent seats, which is very luxurious.

Zhuo Yang continued to smile playfully: "No, brother, sue my brother to whip him."

The corners of Guardiola's mouth trembled, and the circles under his eyes were slightly warm. If he could be forty years younger, he would be crying right now.

Lao Gua is 46 this year.

"Hey, is something really wrong?" Zhuo Yang said seriously. "What happened?"

"Don't... don't ask, just sit down and go." Guardiola sniffed hard and said, "Hiss--".

Zhuoyang raised his head and looked at the group of dejected assistants beside him, with questioning eyes.

No one paid any attention to him.

Zhuo Yang looked at Lao Gua and then at them. "Who can tell me?"

Still no one spoke.

Zhuoyang got a little angry. "You're all fucking mute, speak!!"

Seeing that he lost his temper, the troublemaker Mark Sertori jumped up and complained angrily: "Pep was beaten just now... got a slap..."

"Shut up Mark!" Guardiola shouted.

Zhuoyang looked at Guardiola, who was full of grievances, and then at Sertori, who was full of expectations.

This thing is new. In the grand Stamford Bridge, Lao Gua was slapped on the ear. Let’s not talk about whether the beating hurt. How can he be the boss of the team in the future?

"Who did it?" he asked Sertori.

The troublemaker pointed to the Chelsea shed over there. "Their strength and conditioning coach, Paolo Bertelli."

"Take me to meet someone." Zhuoyang raised his leg and walked towards the Chelsea bench, and Sertori immediately followed him excitedly.

Guardiola and his assistants had no time to react and suddenly forgot to stop him.